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PostPosted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 7:14 pm 
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OOC: Meh, I've got my next post ready somewhere. As for stowing away again - I was kinda waiting to see what you had in mind for the stow away thing. I hide on GMC's ship, but for what purpose? Where would that head? What about cheese? Why can't I have cheeese?!

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OOC: Krytos, Tofu, when ever you are ready, go ahead. Paul, you're right. I do know that you're ready. That's why I didn't say anything to you before. :wink:

@Tex: I'm aware that you may not have read my previous post. That's fine. Shoot me an e-mail when you get a chance. Just let me know how things are coming. Maybe we could work out a time to hold a chat even.

Now, I know JH still looks in from time to time. Does anyone know about D16, or has our resident villain gone AWOL?

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OOC: Ok, I'll dig up my already written post and throw it in here. The end is open .. so yeah, I'll play by ear but use it to keep the thread alive

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OOC: Many thanks, Krytos.

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OOC: Its coming, I promise. I wont say this too loud, but work is the only place I can really work on my post. However, work is really busy lately so Ive been unable to work on it too much due to that I'm not taking my breaks and just getting through lunch quickly.. but Its slowly coming. It should be done soon. I'm gonna get in touch with Tex about a few things, but other than that I think I'm good..

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OOC: Thanks for the update, JH. Work comes first, we understand that.

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The two Sith marched through the inside of the base. Both in their cloaks, with hoods drawn covering their faces.

“Now Klugheit . .â€

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I like it. Let me post my Zoot coming with me section before you get any further into your insurection or it won't flow smoothly. Once everyone posts their leadup to the Base attack I can post my segment dude. - Grand Moff Conway


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OOC: Well written, Krytos. Good job. Thanks for getting us moving again.

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Oh snap-sizzle! This will make things very interesting given that now everyone who's left behind DNA gets to fight themselves. Plus my guy, who's already struggling with the large number of disfigurements he's experianced, get's to face a fully-biological him... Me... Whatever. Right. I'll try to finish up my filler some time. It won't be quite as funny as Krytos's (Honestly, I love some of that dialog, mate!) but it'll still be decent. Hopefully. :roll: My first attempt in a while to write something with little to no combat involved...

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The battle on base was over, but Mitth was in a sorry shape. The corpsman just patched him up with some bacta and painkillers, but he was still determined to organize the evacuation of the base. I was now in charge of finding casualties and ferreting out spies and stragglers.

"General", the Sergeant called lowly while looking over his shoulder, "the Admiral just gave the order to shutdown the YVH's, but your painted YVH's are still operational. Do you think they've been taken over?"

"It's OK Sergeant. The Admiral's orders only affect the YVH's assigned to his base. The 'Tex' YVH's are under my command. We can't have every single YVH controlled by a single person, or the enemy may find a way to take control from us. When we get back to the hangar I'll shut them down there. I don't want to leave my YVH's sitting around collecting dust. Let's work our way back to the maintenance hangar and then we'll organize our task."

Several minutes later the Admiral contacted me; I'm now in charge of the base evacuation as the Admiral is going to meet with some Grand Moff of the Empire. 'The Empire' ... I hate those words. They equate to deceit, jealousy, arrogance and pain. This I've personally learned; they're not to be trusted. But I've got a task to accomplish, and quickly. My thoughts are starting to become pre-occupied with the future ...

"Control. This is DarthTex, what's your status?"

"We're still secure here, sir. Shuttles are arriving for the evacuation, and they should be complete before the base becomes un-inhabitable since Life Support is out."

"Very well. Stay put until I personally come to relieve you. Get ready to put all systems into "maintenance" mode when I arrive. I want everything ready to button up in a moment's notice."

"Yes, sir. Control out'"

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Once at the maintenance hangar, I sent out score's of teams to sweep the base for casualties and enemy forces. Bringing in the wounded and base personnel were top priority. Enemy forces would be eliminated as necessary. I've sent several combat engineers out with the teams; after each room was searched for survivors or adversaries, the room doors were spot welded shut. I didn't want any enemy forces hiding in previously searched areas. All YVH's and their parts were being collected and piled up in the maintenance recycle bin, where they'll be slagged down into raw material. All corridor junctions had manned checkpoints, and the base was quickly coming under complete control. Several engineers had temporarily "jury rigged" Life Support giving us some extra time if needed, but it requires constant fixing. The unit was a mess and needs a total replacement. Things were moving like clock work, and I felt superfluous. I estimate it will take another hour for the evacuation to be complete. It was time for me to head out.

"Sergeant", I called. "Get a couple of men and some of the combat engineers. We're heading over to Control."

"Yes sir General."

The corridors were a hive of activity as personnel, wounded and YVH droids and parts were moving down the corridor. A light smoke hung in the air with the smell of burnt metal and such. Most was from the base doors being welded shut, but there was also the tint of blaster burns from combat. We moved aside as another group of corpsmen with wounded went by. It was then I had this nagging itchy feeling.

"Corpsman, halt. What's happened here?"

"Uh, this is Corporal Greene, sir. We found him bandaged up, waiting in the corridor for transport off base. His blaster overloaded and blew up in his face. His identity checks out with Control."

"It does, does it? OK. Corporal Greene, how are you doing?"

"Alright sir", the corporal responded from the bandaged head. "It feels like I had my face sucked off by a Mynock though."

"How long have you been a trooper son?" I asked subtlety moving my fingers.

"Just over ten years, sir."

"That's nice, a career man it seems. Since the training academy was destroyed on Carida, where did you do your training?" again my fingers were subtlety in motion.

"I was too young to go to Carida, sir. I trained on Bastion."

"Thanks Corporal. Corpsman, make sure you get a DNA or retinal ID on all personnel who can't be visually identified by several other legitimate base personnel. And lock up 'Corporal Greene' as a Zoot spy."

The 'corporal' was being escorted away by a couple of troopers as we made our way back toward Control. I tried to contact Mitth to give him a status on the evacuation, but he was still meeting with the Grand Moff. I left a message with Captain Harsh. It didn't take too much longer before we were outside the secured entry of Base Control.

"Control, this is DarthTex. I'm just outside the entry, open the door."

"Yes, sir. Just provide your clearance identification first."

"OK. Which would you like, my lightsaber through the door, or TX1836 Rusty Spur?"

"Yes, sir. I prefer the latter, sir."

The doors parted open, well actually it was several layered doors. Control was on top of things, and everything was ready to go.

"Set base shutdown for one hour fifteen minutes, that should be plenty of time. Have the base warning sound off for 10 seconds after an hour, then twice more at five minute intervals, and every minute thereafter. Tell the engineers down at Life Support to head out at the first warning."

"General, we have a message from Captain Harsh that the Admiral's meeting has finished."

I went to one of the secure comm. stations and contacted the Admiral. After a brief conversation, my task here was complete, and I was to be on my way to meet with Mitth. This next task would prove to be more challenging.

"Is everything ready to go?" I asked.

"Yes General. Anything else?"

"Yeah, make sure the Control door is secure when we leave, and don't forget to turn off the lights."

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The way back through the base, and the trip up to Home Two was uneventful. The ship itself was something else, like a typical Mon Cal design, just on steroids ... lots of them. There was an escort waiting to taking me to Mitth's office, using the Admiral's private lift no less. The Admiral and I had a brief meeting regarding upcoming events with The Empire; then it was off for Mitth's training with "The Force".

The training room was round in shape, approximately 15 meters in diameter and 5 meters high. The floor and ceiling were concave shaped, with recessed lighting in concentric circles. There were no windows, and if there were any other doors they were concealed to look like the walls. The room was very quiet, sound and vibration isolated from the rest of the ship. The Admiral led me over to a small control console built into one of the wall panels. I brought up a setup screen and quickly browsed the training room capabilities.

"Admiral, if you would take a seat in the center of the room on the floor. Get as comfortable as you can. This first exercise will be about using the Force to explore and probe your environment. Your eyes can deceive you and the enemy will try to confuse you, but the Force sees all. Close your eyes." With that all of the lights went out. "Feel the Force inside of you and focus on it. Use it to see through your 'mind's eye' what is around you." After a push of a button, several training drones floated through the room. "What do you see here in the room Mitth?"

"Other than you, I sense five drones flitting about the room"

"Very good. Now, push your view further out, out into the ship. The further you look out from your location, the more your mind will see. The information grows exponentially. At some point your mind will become saturated with the amount of information you have. Use the Force now as a 'filter' to look for specific items, people or things. What is Captain Harsh currently doing?"

"The Captain is standing with an ensign, reviewing damage reports and such."

"Good Mitth. Now, focus your thoughts on 'danger'. Don't go all paranoid, as you'll be completely blinded by everything around you. You know you're safe on your ship, so just concentrate on the here and now." After a couple of minutes, one of the training drones made an attack near Mitth with a stun shot. This was followed by several other shots, all coming close but never hitting the Admiral.

"Did you 'see' the training drones attacking you Mitth?"

"Yes. Even before they shot, I knew which drone would shot and where. It was like … watching a re-run of a show, knowing what's going to happen before it even happens. Almost sort of like … déjà vu."

"Good. Let the Force guide you, filtering out the non-important and focusing on your immediate needs. Now, stand in the center of the room and open your eyes." I manipulated the room controls dropping the floor. The room transformed into a pit of concentric rings, with 1 meter wide rings 1 meter below the next; Mitth stood at the bottom looking up. "Your task is to make it to the top ring without being shot by the training drones. You may only advance up 1 ring at a time, and with each hit you must descend down 1 ring level. I'll time you … begin."

It took Mitth several tries before finally making it to the top. After a brief rest at the top, and between breaths he asked, "So, … how long … did I … take?"

"I didn't bother with timing you Mitth. The 'time' wasn't important, but it served as a motivation to get your best performance. I know you're still quite sore and in need of some rest, so just a few more exercises before we call it the day. Now, this time work your way to the bottom. But this time, with the lights out", I said with a smirk as the lights flicked off.

"Oh boy", was the only words muttered before the discharge of stun bolts began to fill the air.

The lessons continued on for the next couple of days starting out basically the same, but progressing with advanced techniques and more complex tasks. Mitth was proving to be an exceptional learner, but unfortunately there would be no time to hone his skills. They would more than likely be put to the test in direct combat. He would survive or he would die; my bet would be on the former.

The next coming lessons would be more complicated and more intensive than before, and … much more dangerous. I carefully had to plan these, Mitth's life and many others depended on it.

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OOC: I apologize deeply for my tardiness in the posting of this story all.. but here it is.. for better or for worse..

It seemed my intuition was right, after the invasion and the temporary celebration of a victory I found out the truth in my own ways. Being the maintenance man around the base has it advantages, not many people expect much out of you and you can find out a lot just by what needs repairing.

I found out that the boss’ office was obliterated, along with half the area surrounding it. I deduced this was the point of the attack. I started to figure out a plan of repairing all the damaged AB-uglies that were still out there, I thought, finishing the remaining enemies, when the evacuation order came.

Great, I guess were just abandoning all this… I thought to myself. It makes sense now that none of the AB’s are back yet, I guess they’re heading to the ships; maybe I could get some repair work done on them there. In the meantime I’ll start repairing the damage to the ones currently in the maintenance bay.

I had finished repairing a couple AB’s, much to the delight of a few of the pilots I had met during the invasion, when it was time for me to evacuate. I was in my quarters gathering the necessary things for an evacuation when all of a sudden:

“Commander JediHunter?, this is control, you have an incoming message from Captain Harsh of Home Two.â€

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Oh... Yeah. I'm supposed to be posting my own segment in here, aren't I? I sort of had one set up, but it sucked, so I guess I'll revise it to take everyone else's posts into effect... Is it cool if I get some perception from you or something in my post, Krytos? Presently I'm the only other force-user you've even met face-to-face, thus it makes the most sense.

Plus I'd get to fight, and pieces are so boring when there's no fighting involved...

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Tofu, whenever you can, go ahead and post. Remember though, the sooner the better.

@Everyone involved: I need to go back and make a retroactive change due to JH getting promoted again since we set his new rank for the fleet. I'll be doing that now.

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